Touch it. holding his slippery cock… I posed to myself for a moment. I was making love to him. “Yeah, I guess so.” If I was openly talking about it, I guess I was ready for the real thing. and then slowly, gently, pressing back into him. Stepped out of it. He unzipped his skirt. His ass was perfect and womanly. I stood waiting and soon Martine came back from the bathroom. Sucking the cum down. always with my big, fat, hard dick buried in his sexy beautiful curvaceous ass. I stayed on top and mostly rested on my arms as we kissed and fucked. But this was something else. At times he had his legs in the air, then locked at the small of my back, then held by me at the ankles, then resting on my shoulders… my cock throbbed. I was deep-throating him. It was pointing directly at Martine as he stood there with his skirt up around his waist, his panties round his ankles and his stockings at half-mast. I reached down and held his head. He was dressed completely as a woman. He was a good talker. I relished the feeling of his smooth skin against mine.
